AIBU to not understand why Brits who emigrate to hotter climates

feel the need to go on about how hot it is where they live compared to Britain.

It's like stating the obvious, I feel like saying, you moved to Dubai of course it's hotter than the UK which is covered in snow. But so many Ex pats seem to feel the need to almost brag about the bloody hot weather when the move. Yawn!

Disclaimer: I have lived in hot countries for part of my childhood and again as an adult so I know the pros and cons of living in the sun and so am not remotely jealous.

fuckadoodlepoo's "It's the lifestyle" post and RubyrooUK's "smoother and truly more special roads" posts are so funny I'm now thinking we should all come back to this post each time we see a sneerycrower post on Facebook and add it here so we can all have a good laugh!

I'm from Australia and we have a whole class of people we like to call the 'whinging Pom'. They go on and on about things are so much better in England - theatre, countryside, work opportunities, travel, history, shopping, culture, property prices (Sydney has one of the highest prices in the world) etc. The one thing they never complain about is the weather. So it is very possible that the same people who are bragging to you about the weather are actually missing home very badly in other respects.

since i moved to Oz a few months ago there's been barely a morning i didn't wake up to a glorious blue sky and a lovely sea breeze off the ocean. certainly sets you off in a good mood on your ride to work along the side of the crystal blue sparkling sea.

nice to see the snow in the uk on tv, will miss snow.

But i don't miss dank, dark, unpredictable summers where you can't plan outdoor events so easily. and yes, 40 degrees is rare in Oz on the coast where 80% of the population live. today it's 24 with glorious sun (again) and really lovely.

The human tendency to make the best of things really is a lovely thing. It maximises the opportunity for everyone to be happy.

I am very curious as to where spatchcock lives though! Also (for different reasons) where in Oz sieglinde lived, as it sounded truly horrible. Marble Bar perhaps? I hope where you live now is better, although it's sad you seem to think everywhere in Australia is like that, particularly as you are a fellow gardener.

I can't really see it as anything to get worked up about to be honest. The ones that get one my wick are the constant running commentary of weather from people who assume that I obviously stay indoors all day or do not have windows.

This works both ways. My DW is Californian. A lot of ill-informed Brits waffle on at her about how hot it is where she's from. Actually, she's from the north of the state, and it gets pretty cold there.

Sat in the paddling pool, sipping a nice glass of chilled virgin margarita I can honestly say I hate the bloody rain and cold. We moved partly because of the weather, there's lots of downsides to perth, lots but at least when those issues have been and gone (and most are temporary to be fair) the sun will still be shining.

Presumably, if other people were that het about warm weather, they'd emigrate too. The fact that they have chosen not to emigrate, but rather to stay where they are, suggests other people experiencing sun is really neither here nor there in the general scheme of things.

I'm an Antipodean married to a Brit, who never posts on Facebook luckily thinks the same way.

I found the weather in Spain as frustrating as constant pishing Scottish rain to be honest. Hot weather aint the bees knees....at least when its chucking it down, you dont have to worry about sunburnt babies, sleeping properly, or missing hot food. We used to have the blinds down constantly so ended up living in the gloom a la Glasgow summer. Then we came home. The end.

Grew up in Sydney. Lived for months in Canberra, and some years also in Brisbane. Have revisited all three, most recently in 2009. Loathed all three, but Sydney least.

As a toddler I picked up a female funnelweb spider, which luckily was too stunned to bite me; as a teen, huge poisonous black snakes used to invade our indoor loo, and swimming was a bit intimidating as shark alarms sirened and jellyfish stung. Once I saw a yellow-bellied sea snake swimming a foot away. In Bris, which I'm sorry is the arse end of everywhere with bling knobs on, we used to have a hundred plus cane toads on our lawn every night.

I still adore Pacific beaches, but there my pleasure ends. Sorry - it's just over, me and Oz, and in a way it's a young person's country. I could counter all paddling pool tales with the pleasure of any cafe in Milan or Vienna or Paris or London, elderly ladies slipping off fur coats and slowly sipping their favourite coffee, while the slow rain drizzles gently and the windows mist up. It's all accordin, innit?

lisianthus, I'm guessing you live in Oz? In Melbourne or Tas, if you can make a go of gardening? I've been to both. And after a year in NYC and two years in London, the cities are like provincial towns.

It is amazing how quickly the garden can snuff it, it has to be said. Aussie DH's aunt lives north of Brisbane and was away for a week over Christmas/New Year - came back and garden was completely dead. She's in a gardening club as well so was pretty upset (she's lived there for many years so knows what it's like but this has never happened before).Our trees have all been wilting through lack of water; even if it pisses with rain for a week, it only takes a couple of days of extreme heat to get them all wilty.